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The Gambler 
Medium
by Kenny Rogers
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On a summer's evenin',
On a train for nowhere
I met up with the gambler.
We were too to sleep.
So we took turns a-starin'
Out the window at the darkness.
When boredom overtook us,
He began to speak.
He said, 'Son, I've made my life
Out of readin' people's faces.
Knowin' what the cards were
By the way they held eyes.
So if you don't mind my sayin',
I can see you're out of aces,
For a taste of whiskey,
I'll you advice.'
So I handed him my bottle,
and he down my last swallow.
Then he bummed a cigarette
And asked me for a light.
And the night got deathly quiet,
And his lost all expression.
He said, 'If
You're gonna play the game, boy,
You learn to play it right.'
You've got to know
to 'em,
Know when to fold 'em
Know when to walk away,
Know to run.
You never money
When you're sittin' at the table.
There'll be time enough for countin'
When the dealin's done.
Now every gambler knows
The secret to survivin'
Is knowin' what to throw away
And knowin' what to keep.
'Cause hand's a winner
And every hand's a loser
And the best you can hope for
Is to die in your sleep.'
And when he finished speakin',
He turned back toward the window,
Crushed out his cigarette
And faded off to sleep.
And somewhere in the darkness,
The gambler he broke even.
And in his I found
An ace that I could keep.
You've got to know
When to hold 'em,
Know when to fold 'em
Know to walk away,
Know to run.
You never count money
When you're sittin' at the table.
There'll be time enough for countin'
the dealin's done.
You've got to know
When to hold 'em,
Know when to fold 'em
Know when to walk away,
Know when to run.
You never your money
When you're sittin' at the table.
There'll be time enough for countin'
When the dealin's done.
On a train for nowhere
I met up with the gambler.
We were too to sleep.
So we took turns a-starin'
Out the window at the darkness.
When boredom overtook us,
He began to speak.
He said, 'Son, I've made my life
Out of readin' people's faces.
Knowin' what the cards were
By the way they held eyes.
So if you don't mind my sayin',
I can see you're out of aces,
For a taste of whiskey,
I'll you advice.'
So I handed him my bottle,
and he down my last swallow.
Then he bummed a cigarette
And asked me for a light.
And the night got deathly quiet,
And his lost all expression.
He said, 'If
You're gonna play the game, boy,
You learn to play it right.'
You've got to know
to 'em,
Know when to fold 'em
Know when to walk away,
Know to run.
You never money
When you're sittin' at the table.
There'll be time enough for countin'
When the dealin's done.
Now every gambler knows
The secret to survivin'
Is knowin' what to throw away
And knowin' what to keep.
'Cause hand's a winner
And every hand's a loser
And the best you can hope for
Is to die in your sleep.'
And when he finished speakin',
He turned back toward the window,
Crushed out his cigarette
And faded off to sleep.
And somewhere in the darkness,
The gambler he broke even.
And in his I found
An ace that I could keep.
You've got to know
When to hold 'em,
Know when to fold 'em
Know to walk away,
Know to run.
You never count money
When you're sittin' at the table.
There'll be time enough for countin'
the dealin's done.
You've got to know
When to hold 'em,
Know when to fold 'em
Know when to walk away,
Know when to run.
You never your money
When you're sittin' at the table.
There'll be time enough for countin'
When the dealin's done.
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